dankmemes | test drive meme #17

Welcome to Hadriel's test drive, and thank you again for your interest in the game! As always, our reserves page is here, and our applications page is here! Reserves open February 22nd, and apps are open March 1st. Please remember that there is an app cap of 20 apps.

Two quick points here as well:
1. Any thread made in Hadriel's test drive will be accepted as the sole Action Log sample in the application.
2. All threads made in the test drive can be considered game canon, either through handwaving or through a shared mental experience while coming through the Door!

Test drives will be broken up into specific god mini-events, during which your characters can see how well they fare under the watchful eye of one of the gods. Choose wisely or just simply pick 'em all, and have fun!

F E A R

SCENARIO ONE: SHOOTING HOOPS
[The Door brings in all that is chaotic and evil in the world. This may include you, may include the person next to you... and may include the monster behind you.

There you are, calmly exploring this super cool cave city, when all of a sudden you see something roll toward you. What could that possibly be? Why, it seems the Door has brought in some hoop snakes, which are definitely real.

Hoop snakes are poisonous and aggressive reptiles, able to pursue fleeing prey by grasping their tail in their jaws and rolling after them like a wheel. Wow, so efficient! Hard to get away from, though, and kind of... terrifying? If you want to get away, you better be a fast runner. Or maybe you should climb something. Good luck!]

S O R R O W

SCENARIO TWO: YOU GOT THE BLUES
[You woke up this morning on the wrong side of the bed. Not the angry side - the sad side. Somehow, everything just seems to be going wrong, and you don't know why. You were out of milk for your cereal, the fruit you picked just yesterday is already going bad, and instead of getting frustrated all you want to do is feel sorry for yourself.

Even the good things aren't going too well. Maybe your friend just told you your hair looks nice today - doesn't that mean it looks bad the rest of the time? Probably. They've just been too nice to tell you. And your crush smiled at you - that probably means they know about your feelings and are getting ready to let you down easy. That's the only explanation.

No matter what happens, your mind is giving you the worst, most depressing interpretation. You can try to fight it and be aggressively upbeat - or maybe you just want to cry on somebody's shoulder. Yeah. That sounds good right about now.]

D E L I G H T

SCENARIO THREE: PUCKER UP
[For once, Hadriel looks rather lovely, all covered in snow and seasonal! Sure, it's not quite the right season anymore, but who really knows what month it is? Not the residents, and certainly not the gods. But for whatever reason, Delight has decided there should be snow on the ground and ugly sweaters in the shops.

And, of course, mistletoe. On your wanderings around the city, you may find yourself under the mistletoe with a friend or a stranger or even an enemy. Regardless of who they are and how you really feel about them, the mistletoe will give you a gentle compulsion to plant a kiss right on those appealing lips of theirs. You can resist if you want - it won't force you - but don't you kind of want to go for it?

This is a mini version of our Kissmas event this month!]

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That had been a decidedly lucky throw, and Zagreus gives in for a moment to the hilarity he'd fought down before, laughing uproariously. There's just really nothing for it, that had been a very rare and magical opportunity. He reins it in but only just, grinning and bright eyed like some horrible snow sprite materialised specifically to bask in her anger.

Now that she's warned and armed, his approach is more of a wary sidle, slinking blue box-wards, ready to dodge and re-arm or take cover as necessary. "I've never started a snow fight before, so yes, it was. Besides, you were going to so much trouble, I couldn't let it go to waste, could I?" His attack of high spirits threatens to flare up once more, but he shuts the door on that quickly. Truthfully he doesn't remember if he's ever started a snow fight or not, but caution is important here if nowhere else.

His laughter is more grating than the dull ache of her head and the freezing water slowly melting down her back and she would do just about anything to shut it up, to shut it in a small dark room deep within her labyrinthine halls where it would turn hysterical and make him choke on it. Her glare of pure hatred probably doesn't convey this well enough and in the absence of this option, a more physical retaliation will have to do.

And really, he's going to her true form for cover? Is there no end to his stupidity. "This wasn't for you. But I suppose taking what isn't yours has always been your only recourse." With that the snowball is flung in his general direction. And if he dodges any closer to the box, the numerous icicles of varying lengths and sharpness will be explosively expelled from the roof with particular aim at his face.

What a weak response, but he's too busy dodging to be disappointed. The snowball still lands, but harmlessly, and he's already ducking to grab more snow. Which is when the icicle bombardment catches him unawares, and it's all he can do to shield himself and scramble clear. Now she's playing the game right, now there's nothing to be disappointed at whatsoever, and he laughs again, even though tiny chips of broken ice sting when they hit bare skin, even though he's pretty sure he's going to have a knot on his skull from an icicle that would probably have been a lot worse if he'd been looking. "Careful! Someone could lose an eye." He lobs another messy ball of snow her way, perfectly content to bring a snowball to an ice fight. "It's for me now, isn't it?"

He's having fun, mad stupid thing, as though flinging crystalline water at her was some sort of victory to be proud of. But unlike him she remembers the previous altercation of this kind perfectly well, and most importantly how quickly he could be made to grow sick of it.

She doesn't think to move and doesn't bother picking up another projectile, so his snowball lands flat in her midsection, though not dense enough to hurt and dispersing harmlessly on her blue coat. He might as well be aiming at her paneling. "You would not want this," she promises with grim conviction and reaches out subtly for the snow beneath his feet, nudging the atoms gently along one of their potential timelines as the crystals melt and re-freeze into clear ice.

She's right, for once; he absolutely did not want this. Zagreus was too unprepared by far for ice, and he loses his footing with a panicked yell. Having the wind knocked out of his lungs is its own horrible feeling, distinct from skidding on ice, and he very much did not ask for this either. He gets his feet under him, preparing to get back up, but quickly reconsiders, staying leaned back on his hands; it's not like there's safe ground to get to, now he knows this is a possibility. He watches her, looking deeply aggrieved, from under furrowed brows. "Well. I've learned something today."

Oh, is he no longer enjoying himself? What a shame. And here she thought he would put up more of a fight against the intractable forces of nature he's chosen to make a mess with. Now she does pick up a few snowballs and walks over to him, stopping at a much more manageable distance for a good throw.

"And shall I help you make this lesson truly memorable?" she smirks down at him, weighing one of her perfect snowballs. She knows how terrible his memory can be, after all.

It should probably have raised some red flags, for him to claim he'd learned anything. But, he supposes, hope must spring eternal somewhere. He lets her close the distance as much as she intends to; he isn't even putting on the pouting for her benefit, it had been a very nasty trick to play on him with the ice, after all. "No, thank you," he says, scrabbling away from his ice patch with all the speed he can summon. He lunges for more snow as soon as he's clear, flinging a hurriedly formed snowball right for her face. He hadn't had the time or inclination to make anything like her silly fastidious geometric wonders, but he had made sure it was a reasonably solid missile. "Cheater!" he taunts, legs braced for escaping more ice but grinning once more. He means it as a compliment, more or less.

Luckily his escape from the ice is neither elegant nor speedy and for all her smugness she wasn't wholly unprepared for him to launch some kind of new attack. So she manages to raise her arms in time to block the snowball, though the impact still smarts and she drops all of hers in the process. Can't he ever be made to give up?

"I am not interesting in playing!" she retorts with little patience for his accusation and the ice follows his steps, though it won't spread all that much further away from her shell. This really is skirting the edges of interference she would allow herself. He may be bracing himself now but he won't be dodging so quickly if he doesn't want to slip again, so she picks up her arsenal and goes after him with determination, throwing one after the other in the knowledge that at least some of them are bound to hit.

test drive meme #17

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It's because he has a sixth sense for when the TARDIS needs to fuckin CHILL

but when ISN'T that the case

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